The night I dressed as the heroine of a sadistic novel, I sent the hero to a mental hospital.
In the hospital, he shouted hoarsely: "I'm not sick! That woman has traveled through time! She knows witchcraft!"
I snuggled into the arms of the attending doctor and blinked innocently: "Doctor, look, his hypochondriasis has struck again."
Until the Spring Festival of the Year of the Horse, the hospital sets off fireworks.
In the sky full of firelight, a pair of fluffy white horse ears suddenly appeared on the top of the doctor's boyfriend's head.
He froze and covered his ears in panic: "If I said this is the most popular headband this year... Would you believe it?"
I silently took out my phone and opened the shopping cart. Inside was "Guide to Breeding Monsters" and "How to Keep Your Horse Monster Boyfriend in Human Shape".
He fell silent.
Not bad! The story is novel!